SEVEN, azrael marah

[AZRAEL MARAH]

SEVEN, azrael marah

"I'm the original hopeless romantic."

| Chris Dakota |

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Full Name: Azrael Marah Seven
Nickname: Angel, Azzy, Azzeh, Demon
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Gifted
Status: Free
Description of Gift: He's not truly sure. Some sort of dark power that has only come along once. All he can say is, don't piss him off or the demon comes out.
Has Bar Code?: Yes
If Yes, Registered To Who?: Doesn't Know If It Is or Isn't Registered

Eye Color: Blue Grey
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 121 lbs
Basic Build: Very thin and lanky. But he is surely not a force to be reckoned with.
Nationality: Russian
Tattoos/Scars/Extras: Black wings tattooed over his back, one white feather at the tip of the right one.
Anything Else: None

Likes:
+ Quiet
+ Intelligent people
+ Heights
+ Being alone
+ Girls
+ His hair
+ Eyeliner

Dislikes:
Idiocy +
Loud +
Crowds +
People who truly don't give a damn +
Having to hide +

Strengths:
+ His gift even though he can't control it
+ Fighting
+ Intelligence
+ Loyal
+ Protective
+ Caring

Weaknesses:
His gift +
His temper +
Damsels in Distress +
Giving a damn +
Sweetheart +

Mother: Xyla
Father: Mordecai
Siblings: None
Significant Other: None
Children: None
Others: None

History:

He was born to a gifted father, Mordecai, and a human mother, Xyla. Neither parent would claim him. His mother abandoned him in the streets as a 2 year old child. He was an embarrassment for being a half breed. And an embarrassment to his father for having had a child with a human.

He had been picked up by a woman that he does not remember the name of. She kept him for a couple years until the age of 4, when he escaped her in a shopping mall and took off. He had never understood her and wasn't really sure why she was so worried about where he was all the time.

He was found by a little girl. The two ran around together for years. She took care of him. Stealing food and clothing for the two of them. She had been abandoned also. Although she had never explained what had exactly happened to her parents. Azrael didn't truly understand why she had decided to take care of him along with herself. But the night he had asked her about it, she only lifted the sleeve of his tshirt and showed him his tattoo. She explained the gifts that were such a curse, but what he didn't understand, was why he didn't have a gift at all.

The two started growing closer and closer, finally seeing each other exclusively. Holding hands and such. Neither had ever had an intimate feeling towards the other, but it was the easiest way to keep others away.

One night can change your life. He stared at her in the darkness and the sudden urge to kiss her swept over him, and kissing led to more. Nights went by and the two were inseperable. But one evening, he woke to find her gone.

He went out searching for her and upon finding her, she was curled up to someone else.

He sneered and the two woke up. She stared at him with fright in her eyes. Anger swelled up in Azrael as he went blind with rage.

Darkness swirled around his fingertips as he went after the male. When he regained sanity, the male was limp in his hands and the girl was huddled in the corner crying. He dropped the corpse and turned to comfort her, but she refused it, growling at him.

It was no use, she ran past him. She was gone, and he didn't know what to do...

He left the scene of the crime and went back to his own little hide out.

OOC Name: Coyote

[Violetello]